Whatsapp does not always ping with an out of box emoticon, a sexually driven forwarded message or random heloos n shellos, you experience serendipity in every layer of this world.Few days back my whatsapp pinged with a forwarded text from a friend it said "writing is a therapy; sometimes i wonder how all those who do not write, compose, or paint can manage to escape the madness, the melancholia the panic, the fear which is inherent in a human condition." i smirked as soon as i finished reading ( a split second) and shelved it until yesterday when i read it again and pondered over it.True, all of us are not writers or painters or composers but all of us go through a rough patch of life, smitten by failures, we all feel life betrayed us at some point of time the irony perhaps is we are all absorbed by our own pain.Grief pain et al has no measuring rod thus no pain is big no pain is small. Pain is Pain. This is not the central idea of this write up anyways! so moving on...
The serenity of a silent night sometimes lures into an unknown often untraveled universe. Leaving behind the material pursuits, the unidentified self, all worldly relations you walk on a road that does not lead to your destination but instead of quitting you continue to walk.you walk in quest of an unconventional destination you walk because hope though a flatterer is also the biggest driver.
Serendipity is corollary to serenity. Walking on a different boulevard you wonder what shape life has taken? people who formed your group with whom you shared coffees, thoughts & feelings are only names on your whatsapp list presently, the friends who tagged you in their pictures are no longer a part of the comment conversation that is followed by every like on a facebook post. Strangely, you don't feel bad about these developments rather you continue walking keeping the memories intact .Life has its own ways it attaches you to some detaches you from some makes you cry makes you happy. Your life is your self created kaleidoscope.
The kaleidoscopic emotions, however do not always reflect bright colors.In some mellow moments the colors turn dull too.This happens when you start fighting within,the duel between the conscious and the unconscious.the peculiarity of being born a human is the bundle of overwhelming emotions our heart is filled with and our innate inability to conceal the same. The most mature man becomes immature when he is trapped between love(Prem) and attachment (moh). Love is gentle, kind & unselfish, attachment is everything that love is not. Therefore to label someone as jovial or serious or enthusiast or boring is unwise.we are all humans and we face our own catharsis.Happy are not those who are laughing but those who are content.
It happens to everyone everywhere but the world like a nightmare pill grills you to bafflement, the inner self deviates from the outer self and its labelled "change".How can you answer the world when you are torn between two parallel paths? how can you speak when the reverberating noise does not leave your mind? no one's mistake but you runaway, escaping into a world where serenity finds you, where the unsaid is understood the confusion ignored and where questions do not greet you....you are your own master and in such space you conquer yourself!
PS: Life plan is functional only when goals are small, if you are dreaming big then "belief" is the keyword.nothing is permanent and what is permanent is temporal.This write up is not a testimony to the deviance my inner self is going through or has gone through already.As mentioned above its only a therapy. the journey isn't over yet.
signing off
srishti :)
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